The shrill ringing of my phone wakes me up.

I try to locate it with my hand and shut the incessant and irritating phone off, but my hands don't reach it so I grumpily have to get up.

My day three in Seoul sucks, just like I knew it would. I have to swing by an art gallery in Samcheong-dong and am supposed to dine with the curator, but I don't want to leave the comfort of the bed; at least not till noon.

 After all, I was up till dawn, my eyes chasing the faint rays of the sun in the early morning sky till they completely lit up city. 

I contemplate on declining the call, but my brain is usually slow in the morning so I accept it without even glancing at the caller ID.

"Hello?" The voice doesn't register in my mind. I had thought it was Louise, reminding me to rise and shine and threatening me with something or the other to make me follow my schedule; but no, it's someone else.

"Yes?" My voice cracks a little, the word coming out as a croak and I wince before deciding to sit up. I barely manage to suppress a yawn as I check the ID but it's an unknown number.

"This is Byeol right? Im Byeol?

" The voice is hesitant, very much so. The name makes me sit up straight, all traces of sleepiness vanishing instantly. 

I cut off contact with everyone I knew when I left Seoul, not that I knew many people being the anti-social person I am. 

Thus, I am dreading as to who this mysterious caller might be and how did they get my new number, because I clearly remember I left no traces when I went to Paris.

I don't reply for a long time. Maybe a few minutes but it is long enough to make me regret picking up this call and not cutting it at once. Just when I am about to tap the red button to hang up, the person speaks up.

"I am Park Jimin. Do you remember? From Korean Arts High School? We were in the same grade though I was in the dance department." 

This is what I dreaded the most. An old classmate long forgotten by me suddenly calling me out of the blue and asking to meet up, especially now that I am back.

 I avoided class reunions for years, anything or anyone even remotely related to Seoul and now this...

"Um, no I do not remember you." 

I don't bother apologising for it. It's actually the truth, while the name does sound slightly familiar I don't remember knowing someone named Park Jimin and understandably so– I try to not reminisce much about those days.

 I hardly even think about the past because I have no wish to open up a pandora's box as I know I won't be able to deal with the contents.

"Really?" the voice drips with disappointment and what I presume is hurt but I am not that sure. 

"Yes. And by the way, I am Lyra Lee not Im Byeol. You have the wrong person."

 I try to cover my slip-up. I should've just denied being Byeol when asked but for some stupid reason, I didn't.

Maybe all the lack of sleep or decent coffee has rotted my brain.

"But you told me that night that you were. Remember, you called me." The person on the other end insists, making me sigh.

It then clicks, the name Park Jimin. It's the idiot who called me back after I accidentally called him on my first night in Seoul.

"Um..." 

I knew it was idiotic to tell a stranger my old name, and now that stranger has turned out to be an old schoolmate?

This just proves I am the unluckiest person alive.

"It's you right? Sorry I didn't recognise your voice but I am positive it's you, Byeol. It's okay if you don't remember me." 

Those words are uttered so softly, especially the last part and it makes me hastily cut the call, heart suddenly hammering in my chest for some inexplicable reason.